angst is a pleasure
to read in my leisure
I miss us together
we'll meet again in never
for trying to meet you is a risky endeavour
not worth taking, it's my displeasure

I hope that one day, you'd remember
and come back to me in december
or november, perhaps september

but this is all in wishful thinking
as you've died in august
I miss you, and my heart is sinking
But I am sure that for you, I will stay aloft